I tried counting sheep, but there's always one I miss.

Babeh Kitteh had another seizure early this morning (about 4am). That makes two in two months, and it makes me very worried. Once again, he acted perfectly fine after the fact, but I've nonetheless set up a vet appointment for after work at my regular place (although not with my usual vet), so hopefully something will actually be resolved in this one (as opposed to the last time with the emergency people, when they said everything was normal and it likely would never happen again). If it's something relatively un-scary or something fixable, I may literally weep for joy. Living in fear of waking up to another kitten seizure is not a good way to be.

Hope hope hope.

In happier news, my grandmother turned ninety on the fourteenth. We're holding a surprise party (don't tell!) on Saturday, which everyone I've mentioned it to says is a bad idea. This claim is ridiculous, however, because she is tough and not going to keel over because of a family gathering.

I've got to get back to work. I'm still really behind on, well, pretty much my entire life.